The Bodyguard

My recent trip to San Diego was informative to say the least. I had a brief but heated conversation with a woman named Sara Ward on the patio of a restaurant in the city’s Gas Lamp district. Ward was dining alone, but had made a reservation for two. Photographs place Max Mason in San Diego that weekend, and although Ward denied it, I have it on good authority that her dinner date was none other than Mason himself.

My campaign against Mason International has put the fear of God into the company’s president and CEO, and his security force has been woefully inadequate at keeping him safe from me. If not for the timely intervention of the Orphan, Mason would have perished in the Mason Tower explosion. Apparently, Mason has learned from his mistakes: why leave his safety to chance when Mason can hire a superhero of his own?

Though Mason was in San Diego on another pretense, I believe the true purpose of his trip was to interview candidates for his open bodyguard position. And I believe Sara Ward was the frontrunner. Before I could convince Ward to admit as much to me, she fled the interview, and took flight in front of dozens of witnesses.

The fact that she has the ability to fly under her own power is not what worries me: I’m much more concerned that no one has ever heard of her. I did a background check on the mysterious Ms. Ward, and the results were puzzling: her life to date has been patently uneventful. Perfectly perfect. In fact, up until now there hasn’t been anything remarkable about her at all.

What’s more, I haven’t been able to find another living soul who claims to have known the girl. For all intents and purposes, Sara Ward is a ghost. But who she is and where she comes from is ultimately irrelevant. Since Ward disappeared that day, she has yet to resurface. But Ms. Ward, if you are reading this, I urge you reconsider your personal and professional relationship with Mason International. And God help you if you get between me and Max Mason.

Fury of Solace
Doing evil so you don’t have to
Somewhere in Los Angeles

When Towers Fall

I realize it has been a while since my last entry. I have been… busy.

I wanted to take a moment to offer my condolences to the families of the men and women who lost their lives in the Mason Tower explosion. They were unfortunate casualties in a war they didn’t know they were fighting.

I am a soldier. And make no mistake, America is at war. A war between the haves and the have-nots. A war between you and me, and the money-grubbing captains of industry who threaten to tear this nation asunder with their greed. Max Mason’s reign of terror cannot be allowed to continue. And I will not rest until I make him pay.

Fury of Solace

Doing evil so you don’t have to

Somewhere in Los Angeles